Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2023 16:52:35 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: HS: Tommy & Terry Part 5

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Tommy and Terry 5

Tommy remained in a half trance as he drove home. What had just happened
was unbelievable. Yes, he had gone over to Terry's unannounced to see if
"something" might happen. And something did, even if it wasn't what Tommy
had expected. And, damn, it had felt good! But what was so different about
this experience was Terry's continuing insistence that Tommy would have to
masturbate anytime Terry asked. That idea was a new one, and Tommy's wonder
on what that would be like kept him in a trance. Yeah, he liked to beat his
meat. What sixteen year old didn't? But most sixteen year olds did that in
privacy, not for an audience! Was this a new element to make his cock hard
all the time? Did he really want an audience when he masturbated? How often
would Terry ask him to do it? Would it be embarrassing or exciting or both?

Teen life would never again be the same for Tommy. He was discovering new
aspects and possibilities about what made his teen peen quiver. It was
amazing how often--out of the blue, even when least expected--that he
thought about what had happened with Terry. Involuntary erections were part
of daily life for boys. But added to that for Tommy was his awakening
awareness. All of what he had done so far with Terry had come "out of the
blue," from the first time that Terry had told the story of seeing
Mr. Morgan beating off in the bathroom stall to the latest exhibition. Was
something "wrong" with himself, Tommy sometimes wondered. Or was this
really the way he was?

Tommy increasing fantasized about "doing it" for Terry. Even in the quiet
and comfort of his own room at home, when he beat his meat, he often
pretended Terry was watching. He needed to be prepared for when Terry told
him to do it again. Tommy began to wonder about other boys and if they
liked to be watched in solitary pleasure. Sometimes, in interactions with
his classmates or other friends, he wondered about them masturbating, and
whether they liked to be watched. His thoughts became all-consuming and
sometimes all-confusing. Tommy suffered the trials and tribulations of teen
awakening.

Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for Terry to make his demands known.

A couple of weeks after that first exhibitionist experience, Tommy was at
work. He wondered if he might run into Terry, but learned when he checked
in that it was Terry's day off. Tommy kind of relaxed a little bit, but
being at work reminded him of Terry and what Terry might ask. While he
continued his warehouse culling, his thoughts were fortunately focused on
his work, and he was startled when he heard a knock on the warehouse door,
which was always locked. Thinking it might be his supervisor coming to
check on his progress, Tommy hurried to the door and opened it. There stood
Terry. "I thought it was your day off?" Tommy asked. "It is," said
Terry. "But that's the perfect time to come visit you and see how much
progress you are making in the warehouse." Terry came right in and Tommy
closed the door behind him. "Show me how far you've gotten with the file
disposal," Terry stated matter-of-factly. Tommy led the way back to the
area in which he was now working. "Wow, you've really cleaned a lot of this
out," said Terry in amazement. "This place used to be cluttered! Now there
is room for a new generation of files!" Both of them laughed out loud at
that thought. "You have been working hard," said Terry. "Yes, I have," said
Tommy. "Are you working hard today?" asked Terry, as he reached down and
rubbed the front of Tommy's pants, causing an instant teen boner. Tommy
blushed at his response, though at the same time it caused his heart to
race. "I guess you are," said Terry, squeezing and grasping, causing
Tommy's cock to rise to full rock hardness.

"Get it out," said Terry with firmness. "Just unzip and pull your cock out
of your pants." Tommy's hands were trembling as he fumbled with the zipper
of his pants, finally pulling it down. He reached in, slid his briefs down
inside his pants, and pulled his throbbing cock out. Terry immediately
reached for it. "Niiiice," Terry said as he squeezed and stroked Tommy's
rock hard dick. "I love how hard it gets when you are turned on." Tommy's
eyes were half closed as the pleasure of Terry's hand poured gasoline on
the fire in his crotch. Even with his eyes half closed and his body swaying
from pleasure, Tommy could not deny the exquisite feeling he was receiving
from Terry's hand. Quite unexpectedly, the feeling suddenly changed to wet
and hot. Tommy opened his eyes and looked down. Terry was on his knees with
Tommy's cock in his mouth! Swirling his tongue and continuing to stroke
Tommy's cock with his hand, Terry sucked until Tommy's moans grew
louder. Then the feeling stopped.

Terry stood before Tommy and unzipped his own pants, pulling out his
monster piece and stroking it to full hardness as Tommy's eyes remained
glued to the skin sliding back and forth over the head. "Get me off," said
Terry, startling Tommy out of his turned on dream feelings into
reality. Remembering that night back in the office, Terry reached out and
grabbed Tommy's hand, moving it to his cock. "Jerk it," he said with
firmness. Even without much experience, the feel of Terry's cock in his
hand turned Tommy on even more, and almost automatically, his hand wrapped
around the massive shaft and he began stroking. "Yeahhhh," moaned
Terry. Tommy was entranced by the feeling of Terry's hard cock in his
hand. "You like beating me off?" Terry whispered. "Yes," Tommy replied
succinctly, never losing focus on his ministrations. Terry's hips began to
sway back and forth as he added his own fucking motion to the efforts of
Tommy's hand. "Make me cum," said Terry softly but with demand in his
voice. Tommy continued to stroke, amazed by how hard Terry's cock felt as
his hand slid up and down. "Go faster," ordered Terry, and Tommy increased
his jerking pace. "Yeahhhh," moaned Terry. "Point it at the floor so I can
shoot." Though it wasn't easy to force Terry's hard, hard cock to point at
the floor, Tommy was able to adjust the angle just as Terry's cock
exploded. Terry's hot, steaming cum shot about five feet outward in an
arch, leaving a path of drops as each succeeding pulse of his orgasm
deposited another part of his load. Tommy, almost as if trained, more
softly continued to stroke Terry's cock as his orgasm began to
subside. Tommy's cock, still sticking out of his fly, also pulsed in
near-orgasmic intensity as he finished Terry's pleasure.

Terry kind of straightened back up and eased his softening cock out of
Tommy's hand and--with some difficulty--stuffed it back into his
pants. "You are getting good at that," said Terry with a smile. "Almost as
good as what you do to yourself." Tommy blushed, as he still wasn't used to
this kind of talk. "And it looks like your rod needs some polishing," said
Terry. "Remember our night in the office? I want you to do the same
thing. Shoot your load on top of mine. I want you to make a big mess that
you have to clean up." Tommy's eyes glazed over as he realized what was
next. "Pull your pants farther down," said Terry. "I want to fondle your
nuts while you jerk." Tommy unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his
knees, along with his underwear. His hard teen cock pointed north,
indicating its willingness to follow Terry's orders. "Beat it," said Terry,
and Tommy's hand immediately started doing so. As he had said he would do,
Terry reached down and softly played with Tommy's full teen nuts. Tommy
emitted a low moan indicating he was completely out of control. His moan
never really stopped as he continued to jerk and Terry fondled. Terry
pushed his finger harder on the ridge just under Tommy's balls, eliciting a
startled groan from Tommy. His cock erupted, jettisoning a creamy dollop of
steaming cum, overshooting Terry's initial puddle by at least a foot, and
continuing as his cock rained his load onto the floor. Finally, Tommy was
done, and he stood with his still-hard cock in his hand, dribbles of teen
milk still bubbling from the tip.

"That was nice," said Terry. "Here, let me get you a chair so you don't
pass out." Terry quickly pulled a folding chair over to where Tommy wobbled
in his post-orgasmic splendor. Without even pulling his pants up, Tommy
plopped onto the chair. "You really know how to handle my tool," Terry
stated. "I'm glad, because sometimes I need someone else's hand to do that
for me. And I'm sorry for the mess, but it was worth it. I'll help you
clean up." Tommy could only whisper "thanks." He leaned back in the chair,
his sixteen year old cock still throbbing intensively, and drops of liquid
continuing to bubble out.

"But first things first," said Terry. Tommy kind of perked up out of his
dream state as Terry said that. "You, young man, are still rock hard, so I
insist that you beat off again." As Tommy looked at his still-pulsing tool,
he realized that not only did he WANT to beat off again, but Terry was
DEMANDING that he beat off again, just as he had said he
would. Involuntarily, a bead of post-orgasmic cream appeared at the tip of
Tommy's cock as it pulsed upon Terry's orders. "Do it," said Terry. Tommy
began jacking himself again. "Life your shirt up and shoot on your
stomach," Terry instructed. Tommy used his free hand to slide his shirt
upward, baring his stomach while his other hand stroked. Surprisingly,
despite just having completed a massive orgasm a few minutes ago, Terry's
order and Tommy's teen cock made another cum shot an immediate
priority. Though Tommy's gaze was fixated on his jerking hand, he was also
aware that Terry was watching him, and that added an additional element of
pleasure. It wasn't long before Tommy was approaching his second
orgasm. Recognizing that he had been ordered to rub this one out, he looked
up to Terry and asked "are you ready for me to shoot?" Terry replied, "go
for it." Tommy leaned back even more in the chair as his hand brought him
closer to that feeling he loved so much. Tommy's legs spread wide and again
a guttural moan came from deep within. His hips lifted slightly off the
chair as his boy cock once again shot its pleasure on his stomach. There
wasn't as much cum as there was the first time, but that had just been a
few minutes previous. As Tommy's hand slowed its jerking, he once again
drifted into that dreamland that only a teen orgasm can bring. He was only
slightly awakened from that dream as Terry knelt beside the chair, leaned
over, and began slurping up Tommy's cum with broad tongue strokes. Tommy's
entire body was covered with chill bumps while Terry did that. "Tastes good
and sweet," Terry whispered as he cleaned off Tommy's stomach. Then Terry's
lips wrapped around Tommy's finally-softening cock, sucking out the last of
his teen milk.

"You just sit there for a few minutes," said Terry, who darted off to get
some paper towels and then cleaned up the mess on the floor. He deposited
the gooey towels in a nearby trash can with a plastic bag. "I'll take that
out and put it in the dumpster on my way home so all the evidence is taken
care of," said Terry. "Thanks," said Tommy, still sitting in the chair with
his pants and briefs around his knees, his teen tool now drooping. "You
really look hot like that," said Terry. "Think you can go for a third?"
Tommy kind of chuckled. "Doubtful," said Tommy. "I think it will take me a
while to recharge." "It's my day off," said Terry...